Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1887-02-27
HAUNTED BY THE FATES.
THE VICTORIOUS ENDS OF
TWEED'S PROTEGES.'

weyis Lonely Death in His r egant
Apartments While Near Relatives
Who Inherited His Fortune We're Not
Even at His Bedside.
NEW YORK, Feb. 26.-Slx years ago last
summer a slender gentleman, exquisitely
dressed, sat on the veranda at Moons
road house, overlooking the blue waters
Df Saratoga lake. He had light hair and
q tawny moustache, regular features and
blue eyes. He was graceful In manner
and extremely reticent. While making
Inquiries of an attendant about FLOODED
horse champing its bit beneath an outly-
Ing shed, he saw the writer gazing at him.
His pale face broke into smile as he ex-
tended his hand.
81 haven't seen you in eight years." he
said, as be conducted me to his table on
the veranda.
A man with q massive frame, dull eyes
and Dushy hair and side whiskers sat at
the table. He was William FL. Vanderbilt.
y was introduced in 1attering terms.
The young man next beckOned
waiter and said. ''Make that dinner for
lthreeo
The slender gentleman was S. Foster
Dewey. Tor years VIM. NJ. Tweed's con-
6dentiai secretary. After a few personal
lutctCuhOR6s, Ne TeSutnSu an uuiH belVoI-
ing conversation with Mr.. Vanderbilt
about Denver and Rio Grande and other
stocks, varied with comments on fast
horses. An appetiZing dinner was served,
= Eding such delicacies as trout fresh
fH' the water, woodcock, corn and
p0v&toes right out of the garden. and
wines OF rare vintage. 1t ought tn have
been a good dinner, for the bill was
nearly $50. 1t was paid by Mr.. Dewey
without murmur. He had become used
TOD gon's outrageous charges, and he
submitted without demur.
] first knew Mr.. Dewey when he was
clerk in the City Auditors department.
He was young man Of few words, but
extremely affable and hospitable. He
had nothing but his salary of $4,000 year
on which to live. With this, however, he
made very creditable display until he
became Mr.. Tweed's confidential secre-
sary. Then be gave full sway to his love
dor horses, and, like many Of Tweed's
fproteges, began to cut figure on the
road. The Boss had unbounded conf
idence in him. He trusted him implicitly.
No man knew Tweed's private business
as we'll as Foster Dewey. He even knew
1T better than Tweed him self. The pri-
vate payroll, partnerships in contracts
ana street openings, connections with
the Republican end of the political
machine-all were kept in his head, and
ApRcdI6u al his uuEeIb 6uuS IIhG d udsu
when wanted. He kept very little MEM
Orapda. Nearly everything was recorded
on the tablets of his memory. He had as
close mouth as Ed. Haggerty, the jani-
tor of the court house, who was credited
with destroying the famed vouchers. On
lTweed's downfall he is said to have
transferred valuable property to Dewey,
with the understanding that 1t should be
returned as soon as the old man could
work himself free from his difficulties.
Members of Tweed's family assert that
Dewey proved recreant to his trust, and
Retained possession OF the property de-
spite all tue efforts of the Boss to regain
6t. Certain 1t is that from the day Tweed
was arrested Dewey was a gentleman Of
leisure. He was unmarried, and his only
dissipation was Safeguarding and fast
horses. His love of horses threw MIN
into the society OF Wand erbilt, who took a
violent fancy to him. and was credited
with giving him many valuable points in
the stock market. In one deal Dewey is
said to have made 81, 100000. Since VAN
derblips death he has not been so fortu-
nate. He was, however, carrying q, 900
shares OF stock when he died, which re =
Quired the enormous margin OF $3.50, 900 =.
He sold them at slight advance an hour
before his death. 1t was wonderful
nerve and judgment, for he knew
very we'll that no one could tell what
WOutSkDOSomO Vi thS dltST HIS
death.
Dewey died, with no relatives at his
side, In his elegant apartments on Fifth
avenue, week ago. He had been suffer.
ktrom sciatic rheumatism for some
days. Ex-Alderman Joseph Monheimer
appears to have been about his only visi-
tor in his mortal Illness. Half an hour
before he died he wrote his will In four
lines, leaving a fabulous fortune TO his
mother and three brothers. Monheimer
was with MIN when he died, and closed
his eyes. Only one Ofhis brothers was in
the city, and he did not hear OF Fosters
death until some hours aiterward. The
parasites who fattened on Tweed in his
day of power, some Of whom have posed
as eminent reformers since the death of
the Boss. breathe more free to-day over
the positive sealing OF Dewey's
lips. He was the only living man who
, knew their dealings with the old chief of
big SIX.
A sad fate seems to have overtaken all
the papr men who were made rich by the
favor of Tweed. Tom Fields died in
Canada a year ago, an exile, and with
very little of the money he amassed while
tn the Ring. Andrew Garvey has lost his
wife. whom he adored, and who induced
him to turn informer. He is sunk from
sight, with hardly an associate, despite
his wealth. Dick Connolly died in exile
porter, who amassed millions, has disap-
peared from public gaze, and is living
The life OF hermit. lngersoll, once th e
pet Captain of the Seventh regiment, is
living in retirement after serving his term
at Auburn. Charles f. Wilbour, the
ffDhslator of HugO's "Les MIserable s,"
who got nearly $1,000, 900 through his as
Bociation with Tweed in the Transcript
Association, is droning life away within
sight OF the pyramids OF Egypt. James
Watson, who held the key OF the situa-
fion in the Auditors office, was &C.
cidentally killed In Central Park. Dan
,Berrian, brusbmaker to the city under
Tweed, went insane before his death.
VIM. Bennessy Cook, who raked nearly a
million out OF the Treasury and who could
hardly read and write, died a penalties
adyenturer In the city where A. Oakley
Hall is now making precarious living
as a barrister. Woodward. another of the
county court house miIliOnaires, is
scratching gravel in an adjoining State.
James Fisk, Jr., was killed In a quarrel
over a noted woman. Sands, who be-
trayed the Citizens Association in
Tweed's interest, is now in iail at Bridge
is turned = Summer hotel, and the
King OF the Standard Oil Company sleeps
in the baronial hall built by Tweed in